A verbal portrait of a mother and the places she grew up. In the city of the worms and the low vineyards, with the sun crawling alternately between them, slightly warmer than the northern Germanic sun that I was used in for months now; there it is, where the train will leave all passengers – […]
Read More verbal portrait of a mother: the city of the wormsMesa familiar; siempre podía escribir volúmenes y volúmenes con el título “Padres (potenciales)”, eligiendo cuándo usar drama y cuándo comedia para describir sus crímenes serios y no tan serios. Pero hoy he elegido alimentar a mis células con comedia y reírme de mi madre que durante los últimos dos años me aconseja desesperadamente que guarde […]
Read More Mesa familiar 3Family table; my mother and I, sitting opposite each other. She eats greedily. I don’t. I look at my plate to avoid her eyes that pierce my mouth. This linking of her eyes to my mouth makes me think of the following phrases: “Does the child eat? How much does the child eat? Do you […]
Read More Family tableMesa familiar; mi madre y yo, uno frente al otro. Ella come con glotonería, yo no. Miro mi plato para evitar los ojos que perforan mi boca. Esta conexión de sus ojos con mi boca da las siguientes frases: “¿El niño come? ¿Cuánto come? ¿Te gusta lo que comes? ¡Come todo, todo! ¡Todo en tu […]
Read More Mesa familiar 2Tavolo familiare; io e la mia madre, una di fronte all’altra. Mangia con golosità, io no. Guardo il mio piatto per evitare gli occhi che mi bucano la bocca. Questo collegamento dei suoi occhi con la mia bocca dà le seguenti rassicurazioni: “Il bambino mangia? Quanto mangia? Ti piace quello che mangi? Mangia tutto, tutto! Tutto […]
Read More Tavolo familiare 2Mesa familiar; mi padre y yo al lado del otro. Silencio. Silencio. Más silencioso que el silencio. Absoluto, jodido, impenetrable silencio. Cabezas dobladas. Las miradas clavadas en los platos frente a nosotros. ¿Qué coño estamos buscando dentro del fondo de los platos? Todas las cosas de las que no hablamos. De todas las cosas de […]
Read More Mesa familiar 1Tavolo familiare; mio padre e io fianco a fianco. Silenzio. Silenzio. Più silenzioso del silenzio. Silenzio assoluto, fottuto, impenetrabile. Teste piegate. Gli sguardi appuntati sui piatti di fronte a noi. Che cazzo stiamo cercando dentro il fondo dei piatti? Tutte le cose di cui non parliamo. Tutte le cose di cui lui non parla. Ma […]
Read More Tavolo familiare 1Family table; my father and I side by side. Silence. Silence. More silent than silence. Absolute, fucking, impenetrable silence. Bent heads. The looks pinned on the plates in front of us. What the fuck are we looking for inside the bottoms of the plates? All the things we don’t talk about. All the things he […]
Read More Family tableΠίσω από τη τζαμαρία στο καφέ μέσα: εκεί “στήνονται” οι παρατηρητές, δηλαδή όσοι γυροφέρνουν τα μάτια δεξιά αριστερά, ψηλά χαμηλά, κατά μήκος κάθε αόρατης γραμμής μέσα στο χώρο. Αυτοί που δεν ησυχάζουν στιγμή – γλυκοφιλούν κάθε κίνηση στο χώρο και το χρόνο, βασανίζονται μέσα στα πλαίσια που έχουν καθιερωθεί από τα διάφορα. Γι’αυτό θα τους […]
Read More Παρατηρητές τζαμαρίαςIt always was strange to me bringing it to the point; at least the way the others have in mind to bring it to the point – the way they fancy, bringing it to the point. When people start a conversation, aiming to reach a certain final crux A, they actually start to rake slowly up […]
Read More The tightropes of verbal communication
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